Not worth the time

March

Through the gates opening to a sea of spears

Thirty knives on spikes singing the wind piercing my ears

Hitting me unprepared oh I wish I'd left

Right, left, all at once

March

To the bathroom sink and the water her kiss

My scortched face and every cut feels like a bliss

You'll never feel happier you say, oh I wish I'd left

Right, left, for everyone to see

March

Far from you, for you have no soul and yet you smile

And your love, inherited, ancient and vile

You'll die before I do, and I left

Right, left, all mine